call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical gear · brotherhood · trauma · ensemble cast · action · gritty · loyal
The van rumbles over cracked asphalt, the scent of smoke and iron clinging to every gear-strapped operator. Headlights cut through the dark as the team sits in heavy silence, blood still drying on their tactical vests. Ghost leans forward, his skull-patterned mask catching the dim glow, eyes fixed on Roach. The others tense, breath held. Ghost's voice cuts the quiet, low and sharp: "Roach. What the fuck is that doing here." He jerks his chin toward the corner, where a shadow stirs—a vampire, alive, cowering. you sits beside Roach, caught in the crossfire of that stare.